I make a palindrome turn around, baby,
jump right back and repeat itself

(little blues fill here)

I was tongue-tied once to the bed,
tickled thoroughly through-and-through
till I talked 

Till I bled
On Fridays I put synonym in my coffee,
sugar in my tease, homonymically speaking,
I drink it down with ease

(descending dominant 7th arpeggios
into final major)

oh yeah!

rain, rain, go away...

cc: Chagall